11 43 pm pst [ home ]
This morning I said a real good-bye to my childhood home.
I woke up around sunrise and laid in bed saying a
silent good-bye to the place which has always felt the most "home" to me.
I saw a face in the tree.
Before we set out to spend the day in Ojai, I looked
around. I saw the wood-burning stove my mother never uses because she is
afraid of fire and the stained glass window I have looked at tens of
thousands of times. I remember the table I helped my mom pick out and
the huge A-frame windows which once housed a bee hive.
The kitchen is laden with my mother's Jadeit(e) and has
a pay phone hanging from one of the beams.
I always thought I would inherit this house. I looked
inside and and out, and then left for good.
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